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tramitem_log2020-03-28 08:24 pm
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Who: Ben and Open OOC: Feel free to recognize him from daily life or support group!
What: Day In The Life + Memory shit.
When: This week (roughly)
Where: Out and about in the city -his sports arena, coffee shop, jogging, restaurants, museums, antique stores, and a pet store.
Warnings: Probably some cursing at some point, otherwise none.
The first new memory he got - the one shared with Anakin at the arena - had been fairly innocuous. It was also the first of many, and they arrived quickly. The memories themselves were....
Some of the memories were fairly benign, still. Others were less pleasant. A few were truly painful. They still lacked some context, but nowhere near as much. There was enough there now to make him more uncertain in his own sanity and enough there to disrupt his life.
If he'd let them.
He stubbornly refused to do that. He went jogging and got coffee at his favorite shop every single morning. He went to work out on the rink inside the sports arena every day, and three times during the week (MWF) he went into the gym there and worked out. At noon and after he finished teaching he ate at an assortment of small restaurants before going back to the arena to prep for his next exhibition skate.
When he finally made it home to his apartment and cat he passed out almost immediately, though of course he still had repetitive dreams of various memories.
When the weekend rolled around he still went jogging, got his coffee, taught his morning class, and did his private coaching in the afternoon. After all that he went to a small museum, an antique store to browse, and a Pet shop to buy cat food and litter in the evenings.
Then ended up on ice again at the end of it.
He kept living his life at absolute full capacity because he was. not. going. to. stop just because of some stupid memories that didn't even make sense - space travel? aliens? laser swords?.
He just - he wasn't.
What: Day In The Life + Memory shit.
When: This week (roughly)
Where: Out and about in the city -his sports arena, coffee shop, jogging, restaurants, museums, antique stores, and a pet store.
Warnings: Probably some cursing at some point, otherwise none.
The first new memory he got - the one shared with Anakin at the arena - had been fairly innocuous. It was also the first of many, and they arrived quickly. The memories themselves were....
Some of the memories were fairly benign, still. Others were less pleasant. A few were truly painful. They still lacked some context, but nowhere near as much. There was enough there now to make him more uncertain in his own sanity and enough there to disrupt his life.
If he'd let them.
He stubbornly refused to do that. He went jogging and got coffee at his favorite shop every single morning. He went to work out on the rink inside the sports arena every day, and three times during the week (MWF) he went into the gym there and worked out. At noon and after he finished teaching he ate at an assortment of small restaurants before going back to the arena to prep for his next exhibition skate.
When he finally made it home to his apartment and cat he passed out almost immediately, though of course he still had repetitive dreams of various memories.
When the weekend rolled around he still went jogging, got his coffee, taught his morning class, and did his private coaching in the afternoon. After all that he went to a small museum, an antique store to browse, and a Pet shop to buy cat food and litter in the evenings.
Then ended up on ice again at the end of it.
He kept living his life at absolute full capacity because he was. not. going. to. stop just because of some stupid memories that didn't even make sense - space travel? aliens? laser swords?.
He just - he wasn't.
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He chuckled a bit, relaxing even further as he glanced back to the kennels with the littlest kitten in them. "Man, do I know the feeling. I think I should just keep to my own cat for now."
Without prompting, Clarence took out his phone and swiped over to some pics of Cheddar. The three year old orange tabby male was rolled over on his back, exposing his white belly to the camera with his eyes closed in comfort. "This is Cheddar. I just got him, like, two weeks ago. I don't think I can get another one, but it's tempting."
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He looked at the phone and smiled at the pictures of the cat. "I like his name and he looks really comfortable for only having had him a couple of weeks. One cat for now's probably smart all around, but who knows. Maybe he'd like some company when you're both more settled with each other?"
HE wasn't joking about being tempted but his cat was - well. Cattitude.
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"I didn't name him but it was too perfect to change, even after I was told I could after the adoption." He flipped through a few more pics, several of which had Cheddar in various stages of relaxed. "He's just a big, cuddly baby."
Clarence shrugs. "I doubt I'd be allowed another cat for a while, but maybe." He glanced up at Ben, curious. "Do you have pics of yours?"